Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor

The big shopkeeper showed a surprised look: "You can't look like you! I really don't know where he is such a precious thing."

This thing should never appear in the hands of such young people.

"Unfortunately, it was the one brought by the second shopkeeper." The big shopkeeper had some regrets.

No matter how you say, the second storekeeper is one of the upper floors of Mochizuki Tower.

"Let him come in. I want to talk to him." The big shopkeeper thought, at what price should he persuade the other party to sell it to Wangyuelou.

"Yes..." Master Jian Bao turned to open the door, but there was a person standing outside, startled him, "Ah! Han Gongzi!"

The comer is the son of Beiyuan Jianzun, whose face is unhappy, Han Xiangdong.

The big shopkeeper was not surprised, immediately put down the blood snake stone, hurriedly got up to greet, and offered to salute: "See Han Gongzi!"

Han Xiangdong lost his hand and took out a jade bottle with an uncomfortable look, and threw it to the shopkeeper: "Retired."

The big shopkeeper took it, looking at the thing could not help but make trouble.

Isn't this the peony fairy Hualu that Han Xiangdong bought not long ago?

In accordance with the rules of Mochizuki Tower, anything sold will not be refunded if it is sold away.

What's more, this peony fairy dew is a pre-ordered thing, and it needs to be collected on site to brew special fairy dew.

And as time passes, the essence of Xianhualu disperses, which is equivalent to waste.

This peony fairy dew is worth ten black moon coins.

Now, because a long time has passed, this essence has been slightly turbid and the energy is greatly reduced.

If it is returned to Mochizuki Tower, can Mozuki Tower still be sold to others?

This is to lose money yourself!

"Why, have opinions?" Seeing the big shopkeeper hesitated, Han Xiangdong immediately glared.

Can the shopkeeper have an opinion?

The other party's father is the famous Beiyuan Jianzun, and he is particularly short-sighted and narrow-minded.

If he offended his son, he would revenge someday.

"No, of course not, this will be refunded for you." The big shopkeeper painfully took out ten black moon coins and gave them to the other party.

This account cannot pass through Wangyuelou's public account. He can only pay for his personal pocket.

After receiving the Black Moon Coin, Han Xiangdong's face eased a little, but he still sat down at the table in a relaxed manner.

"Han Gongzi, is there anything you can share with you?"

Han Xiangdong said fiercely with a punch: "Don't mention...hiss..."

He hit the blood snake stone on the table with a punch.

No matter how hard the Blood Serpent Stone is, no matter how strong you are in the mid-month, it cannot be damaged, not to mention Han Xiangdong.

One can imagine how painful the fist is.

"His!" Han Xiangdong sighed in cold air, scolding angrily: "Blind your eyes and put the mess on the table!"

The big shopkeeper was startled and quickly stepped forward to hug the blood snake stone.

"Wait!" Han Xiangdong glanced at the stone and suddenly felt familiar: "What is this?"

The big shopkeeper didn't dare to offend. He could only explain: "It was a blood snake stone sent by a guest."

"Blood Snake Stone? So big?" Han Xiangdong was surprised when he took the Blood Snake Stone and checked it up and down.

How could he not know the blood snake stone?

Recently, Beiyuan Jianzun was searching for the Blood Serpent Stone, preparing to make several indestructible ninjas for the coming Hell Gate.

Blood serpentite as an auxiliary material can increase the hardness of nirvana.

It is a pity that Blood Serpent Stone is difficult to find, even the vast three continents are rare.

A thumb-sized one is hard to find.

How could he not be surprised at the sudden appearance of such a huge blood snake stone?

"It's true!" said the shopkeeper.

Han Xiangdong breathed quickly, and if it was handed over to his father, he would not only be able to create a nirvana that suits his heart, but also tailor a series of ninjas for him.

"Who sent it?" Han Xiangdong immediately asked.

Those with low status can be bought.

The shopkeeper's gaze turned, flashing a hint of cunning: "It's a friend of the second shopkeeper, um, a young man."

He was afraid of the second dispenser, but Han Xiangdong was not necessary.

But the other party is the son of Beiyuan Jianzun, and he still fears that a Zhennan sky will fail?

"What's the young man's origin?" Han Xiangdong worried.

What kind of young people can sell the rare blood snake stone in the world?

The shopkeeper gave the treasurer an apprehension. The latter immediately described each other's clothing and appearance, and said: "The appearance is very strange, it should be the person on the new island."

But who knows, after listening, Han Xiangdong asked in a deep voice: "Is it a young man with a blood-red hilt in his waist?"

The treasurer thought carefully and nodded: "Yes, yes, it's him!"

The shopkeeper couldn't help but wonder: "Han Gongzi, do you know him? What is the origin of the other party?"

He secretly panicked, even Han Xiangdong knew, but don’t be a close relative of Yuanyuan?

"What is the origin of a small deflated third from an island?" Han Xiangdong scoffed.

He looked at the blood snake stone in his hand and opened the space nirvana without hesitation, giving it to him.

"Han Gongzi! What are you doing?" The big shopkeeper was surprised, but his eyes flashed with surprise.

Why did he deliberately reveal Xia Qingchen's foundation? Didn't he hope that the son of Beiyuan Jianzun, who was flying and domineering, would swallow this peerless treasure?

In this way, he does not need to bear responsibility, but can also take a slice of it.

Han Xiangdong's nostrils hummed: "This is the price of not killing him!"

He had previously said that Xia Qingchen would be extinguished, and now he would take this one!

The big shopkeeper made an embarrassing look: "Han Gongzi, don't do it! How do I explain to the appraisal treasures of greedy Mexican guests?"

Han Xiangdong disagreed: "A little deflated thing, my Han Xiangdong is willing to take it. That is because his ancestor smoked green smoke, can he still be dissatisfied?"

With that said, take out a sack of money and throw it to the shopkeeper: "As for the tomb-keeper, you can handle it yourself!"

The big shopkeeper looked embarrassed: "No, I can't make a difference."

Han Xiangdong glared at him and said fiercely: "It's done! One hundred black moon coins are not enough? Are you doing something that is greedy for Mexican guests?"

One hundred black moon coins, but the big shopkeeper's pension for four or five months.

In this way, the big shopkeeper only smiled and accepted: "Okay, but Han Gongzi's tone is tight, don't get caught by others."

"Does it matter what you say?" Han Xiangdong sneered and strode away in a very good mood.

In the bedroom, only the big shopkeeper and the treasurer were left.

The latter was in a state of anxiety: "Large shopkeeper, how should the guest explain? If he complained to the tombkeeper, we would not be able to walk around."

The big shopkeeper sneered: "What's so difficult to explain? If he wants one, he will give him one, if he wants one hundred, then he will give him one hundred!"

Putting away the money bag, he took out another giant red ore.

This is a rare and ordinary red iron ore. The color is far from the deepness of blood serpentine. The material is even mediocre. The value is extremely low. One black moon coin can be bought.

Simply handle it, and chisel the red iron ore to the size of the blood snake stone just now.

"Take it, and say we won't collect this kind of waste at Mochizuki Tower." The shopkeeper threw it to the treasurer. (Updated at 9pm)